I have no voice left. At all. It was almost gone this morning, and after having to teach all day, it's totally gone now. And I'm slated to teach tomorrow, too. I wish we had substitutes at work for this sort of thing. Because we don't, I may have to potentially screw over other instructors or my boss. If I can't teach, they have to teach in my place when they were going to prep or do boss-like work.

The worst bit is that the person who'd most likely have to teach in my place is Remy. We had to switch classes today as it was, and I'd hate for him to have to teach in my place tomorrow when he's been looking forward to a day off and has been doing all kinds of other things to take care of me.

Damn it, I've been taking my medicine and ignoring all chores and responsibilities so I can take it easy when I get home from work to fight this thing, and it won't go away. It's been three days, I shouldn't be feverish still. Why can't I just get better already so I can stop being a useless waste of space? I fucking loathe myself sometimes.

Just remember that it's not your fault you are sick. I'm sure if situations were reversed and Remy couldn't teach, you would more than willingly teach for him. It's not like you're making up some phantom illness and it's not like your being melodramatic about it. Everyone gets sick. The important thing is that you get better.

And if your boss has to cover for you, than he does. Your health is more important.

[Cut to sickbay, a few hours later -- Picard is on the examination table]Crusher: [Approaching Picard] So what's wrong with you today?Picard: Nothing important. [HACK] It's just a little problem with a...[GAG] hairball.Crusher: Now where did you get a hairball? Certainly not from yourself!Picard: [offended] I got it from kissing a tribble.Crusher: [Injects him with hypo] There.Picard: What was that?Crusher: It's call Nuitgercetominitin plus. It will help you cough up that hairball. But I have to warn you about the side effects.Picard: Side effects - Scmide effects! I can handle a few... [COUGH] a few... [HACK] a... [HACK HACK GAG HACK COUGH HACK!]Crusher: I think it's working!Picard: [HACK HACK GAG GAG COUGH!!! HACK PTOO!][A huge hairball flies across sickbay and nails Nurse Ogawa on the back of the head, knocking her unconscience. Another nurse rushes to her aid]Picard: Marvelous! Now, back to work!Crusher: But I have to tell you about the side effects of the medicine I just gave you.Picard: What side effects? I fell fine! Excuse me. [he gets up to leave]Crusher: Nuitgercetominitin plus causes gastrointestinal problems!Picard: [Walking by Ogawa and the nurse] What does that mean?[At that moment, Picard cuts a huge thunderous fart -- Ogawa and the nurse pass out]Picard; [turning red] Dear me!Crusher: THAT'S what it means!Picard: You have to fix it! I can't go on duty like this! (Farts again)Crusher: [fanning the air] You'll be fine in a day or so, just stay away from open flames. Now please get out![Picard leaves -- Crusher gets out a can of Lysol and sprays sickbay]